Slave auction

In retrospect I find it kind of funny, talking with my three girlfriends about the charity auction. I mentioned it and posed the question whether we should go and perhaps invite Helen to join us.  Helen is the really naive one and up for anything, so its perfect. After all, its for charity and I am sure she is charitable to a severe degree said the leader of the group, Sharon.  We can convince her husband, that deadbeat golf pro, that we have some girl time together planned.  I mean, what husband would not allow his wife for some of that time. He would be a fool to deny her.... anything.

The very next Friday night, Sharon invited the other two women to a kind of dark out of the way bar so plans could be made. Well, actually, Sharon had already made the plans and just needed to inform us in her own persuasive way.  Sharon had us all convinced that Helen would be perfect for the auction. "imagine huns, Helen all blue eyed, blonde and clueless about what she is getting herself into"  We all laughed at the image Sharon created in our heads. The time at the bar was to convince Helen to join them at the charity auction. It was all purely innocent, in appearance, but then you shouldn't take everything at face value should you?  After all, its for charity Sharon kept saying to her girlfriends. We can offer the lovely and sexy Helen up for charitable contribution. Purely innocent.... sure it is.

(4/28/2012)
The very next day Sharon arranged to have lunch with Helen to talk about the charity auction. She was dressed very sharply and found a quiet little place to talk with Helen. Helen can waltzing in, looking hot and bubbly.  Sharon and Helen exchanged warm hugs and sat down to talk through lunch.  Sharon had prepared how she was going to present the topic to Helen, in a way that Helen would jump at. True to form, Helen thought it was a great idea. She was giggling and couldn't sit still after hearing all about it. Sharon suggested Helen needed to arrange some girl-time with her husband so we could enjoy the auction with time to spare.  Right at lunch Helen had to use her cell phone to arrange, with her husband, a full week away and the two adjoining weekends. Sharon smiled to herself and thought to herself about the slave auction.... err... charity auction coming up.

(5/22/2012)
Sharon arranged for one of the girls to pick up Helen, because we knows if she will need her car since she is bound (I love that word) to be won by some lucky, although prearranged, person at the auction.  Sharon was meeting with Monique while the girls were picking up Helen. Monique was originally from the south of France and ran a very successful dungeon (and brothel) in Paris before meeting and marrying her current (3rd) husband. Monique was so glad to participate in this charade because she has missed her former life. Her hubbie has a unused warehouse out in the sticks just aching to be used by an enterprising individual. I think we have found a use for it.  Monique spent the past week getting out her toys / implements from storage and equipping the new playroom just for this occasion. Monique has quite the wild and demanding side, although she appears to be the sweetest demure woman you would ever meet. She parked her cargo van behind the building before coming in to finalize the situation with Sharon. 

The other girls picked up a gigging and excited Helen. She told the girls her husband doesn't expect her back for 10 days, so she said "lets go have some fun and lots of it"  Little does Helen know how much fun it will be. One of the girls asked Helen if she knows Sharon's friend, Monique, and Helen just shook her head.  "oh thats ok, but Monique will be there too so I am sure there will be lots of bidding for you Helen"  Helen just smiled a far away smile.  "this is so cool, hubbie doesn't even know where I will be. Not that he cares much lately what I do or dont do"  It sounds just perfect, doesn't Helen?  Helen just nodding while squirming in her seat.


(5/27/2012)
While all the girls sat together with Sharon and Monique, Helen was back stage being prepped for the auction. She was being fixed up and had her hair done, her eyes... her nails...  pampered and Helen loved it. Helen kept asking everyone what was going to happen, and the only answer she got was "dont worry, you are going to love it"  Helen was given something to drink to calm her down a tad. "ohhh thats yummy", Helen oozed.  One by one the other women were escorted on stage and the bidding began in earnest, while Helen sat there all relaxed and feeling disconnected. The bidding was getting louder and more intense. After all, who wouldn't want a real life slave girl?  This organization has been going on for years and is even listed as a non-profit organization. Under the umbrella of a charitable organization was an actual slave market for wealthy bidders, Monique and her friends being quite well known among the patrons. 

Finally it was Helen's turn and her conservative clothes had been changed into something quite remarkable. Her fabulous legs were on display as well as her ample cleavage and tight ass. Her hands were bound behind her back and she was forced to walk in 5" heels, teetering on them. Her handlers were on each site, holding onto her upper arms as she was just a little disoriented from her drink.  They directing her this way and that, displaying her to the remaining bidders. The bidding started slowly, with Monique chiming in with a bid here and there to make sure this one did not get away. The auctioneer was pointing out her obvious attributes and the bidding got into the thousands where the others were only in the high hundreds. After all they save the prime slaves for last.  Finally as the bidding was about over, a blindfold was slipped over Helen's eyes and a gag placed in her mouth. She stood there as the bidding concluded and money traded hands. Before Helen know anything or could weakly protest, she was whisked away to the waiting van and injected with a sedative before being driven to her new home.


(6/4/2012)
While the van sped off to its hidden destination, Helen laid there with her head leaning back against the seat and her firm thighs spread.  Several pictures were taken, just as they had been during the auction just to ensure Helen doesn't try to escape.  Imagine what these photos would do to her marriage and her previous life.

Monique sat beside Helen and fondled her property the entire trip. She kept telling Sharon she outdid herself this time. "there is nothing like a former society bitch to entertain me", she whispered in Helen's ears. Helen found herself moaning despite her weakening internal protests. Helen was thinking if she pretended to go along with it, maybe she can escape.  Well those kinds of thoughts were slipping away and her body's arousal was clouding her mind. "my she's a needy bitch. I guess her high society hubbie didn't give her what she needed. I will make sure she has plenty of sex" whispered Monique to Sharon. Sharon was thinking how addicted to being used Helen was going to be....  and it won't take long, either.


(6/13/2012)
When Helen came to, she groggily looked around the darkened cold dank room hoping to sense where she was. She suddenly got frightened as her predicament became clearer. He moving her arms and legs reinforced her helplessness at the situation. Her thoughts immediately went to her husband, knowing that he couldn't possibly know where she was if she didn't even know. She struggled strongly against the even stronger leather restraints. She then realized it wasn't only her ankles and wrists bound tightly, but a thick strap went around her mid section and a leather strap was around her neck.

Helen tried to scream but the penis gag made that all but impossible. Strong hands suddenly took her and laid her over a leather covered table sort of thing. Her breasts were pushed through two openings and her ass draped over the end revealing two luscious holes for use. 

Her legs were bound again, spread open wide to the point of being painful in their width. Her wrists were secured to the floor and the neck strap locked into place. As much as she struggled she only felt the pain of trying to get out. The physical pain and the mental pain of being in such a situation. A blindfold was slid in place, making her blind to her tormentors. Other than sight, all her other senses were alive and ultra sensitive by now. 

She heard the click click click of high heels approaching and the pin prick of a needle in her asscheek.....  "just to relax you for a bit, bitch", was all she heard from an all too familiar voice. Could it be?  Oh no, please not Her....  


(7/3/12)
Helen felt like she was floating and kept asking for her husband, which only amused Monique because her husband had no idea how to help his wife. In fact, no one knew how to help her. Helen vaguely felt her nipple being clamped strongly and weights hung from them, as something was inserted in her ass and inflated. Helen tried to struggle in the fog that was enveloping her mind. Helen seemed to remember being a bitch to Monique and Monique just smiling at her. Payback is hell, as the saying goes. Helen was given another injection which was designed to enhance the nerve endings so she would experience everything at a very high level. Helen felt her head raised and her mouth forced over a huge cock. "so, you show your disdain for black men do you? Now you were learn to respect all men for what they have for you, cunt" 

Helen felt her mouth being raped by this huge cock and a low guttural sound reached her ears as the man, presumably black, was having his way with this white whore. He made no attempt to be gentle as Monique had her hand around his balls and was squeezing him to force him to pound his cock into Helen's mouth harder and deeper, despite Helen gagging and trying to avoid the raping of her mouth. The cameras were rolling and it looked as if Helen was enjoying the BBC being forced down her throat.

(7/10/12)
Helen could only gasp as she felt the huge cock stiffen even more just before exploding in her mouth.  She felt like she was drowning in his cum, overflowing her mouth no matter how fast she tried to swallow. His hand gripped her hair, raising her face.... as he withdrew from her mouth and washed her face with the rest of his load. He then slapped her face with the semi-hard cock. The camera caught all the humiliation shown on Helen's face along with a surprising look of arousal and need.

The room was filled with laughter as her love tunnel was filled with the largest cock that has ever penetrated her.  Bubba #2 was attacking her cunt with his strong cock, his big full balls slapping against her ass as he continued having his way with her. Her pussy couldn't help but respond to such an amazing fucking. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. Certainly none of the country club men could ever compare to this, even though to this point she had been 100% faithful to her husband. Oh yes, her husband... Helen suddenly remembered him and started crying and moaning his name as she was given the best fucking of her life. Tears were staining her cum covered face as she had so many conflicting emotions, love for her husband... she thought it was love, or was it acceptance of the life he provided her.  The second emotion and the more intense was love being filled and used like she is.  Helen found her hips pressing back on the invading cock and wanting more.... suddenly switching from bemoaning about her husband to begging the unknown black man to "give it to me hard, you bastard. You can do better than that, you dirty fucking nigger!!!"  Every woman watching, even Monique were amazed at the language used and the intent of it on the man using her.... Helen was being broken in front of their eyes..... broken by BBC.


(7/24/12)
Helen's next thought was "OMG, my mouth is covered in a wet pussy" as her tongue did what came natural to her and started pleasing the pussy just like she took the BBC moments before which was now dri9pping out of her cunt. Helen felt the pussy ride her face hard, and Helen was loving it. She shoved her tongue deep inside the pussy as she felt her nipples being clamped and extended. Helen was awash in feelings she had never felt before. Monique kept riding Helen's slut mouth, using her like so many will be using her in the days, weeks and months ahead.  Monique came hard in the little sluts mouth, as Helen gulped every luscious drop into her belly. "god I love pussy" is the only thought coming to Helen as she kept sucking and licking her first pussy, but not her last.

(8/3/12)
Helen's next sensation was another pussy, only this one was bare and Helen was beside herself with need. Helen obediently licked and loved this second pussy, belonging to Sharon, conditioned to loving sex as it is presented to her. Not having any choice in the matter somehow changed Helen's mind to thinking "this is so great, god I love this". Such freedom and such luscious sex was what Helen was thinking. Helen's tongue went to the hard clit and sucked on it, as she heard the woman moaning and grinding against her face. 

Helen heard words being spoken to her, but didn't recognize each word but only the overall feeling that she is loving. The cameras were catching all the action and the look of ultimate bliss on Helen's face as she is feed pussy after pussy. Vaguely Helen remembered something violating her ass as she sucked more pussy in her mouth, hearing the words "good girls obey" over and over.

(8/6/12)
Helen was having a very difficult time of all this. "Where was her husband", was a fleeting thought as she thought again how she hated that bitch Monique. "if I ever get out of here, I am going to ruin that woman", was her thought as suddenly she was thinking about Sharon and wondering where she was. "I dont know why Sharon even talks with that bitch Monique", was her thought as suddenly she realized she had been sleeping with headphones on listening to soothing music, although one track was laced with suggestions and instructions to Helen. "God, I can almost hear Sharons sweet voice", though Helen as she drifted off to sleep again.

Meanwhile, Monique was counting the cash she was making from having Helen perform sexually for paying guests even if it was against her will. Monique just laughed at her feeble resistance and how easily she was complying. Helen is taking to bbc and sweet pussy like a pro. Monique looked at the calendar and realized her contract with Sharon was almost half over. It was a two week contract, the first being full use of Helen any way Monique wanted, and Sharon knew to what lengths she would go.  The second week was much more psychological combined with the sexual use of her body. 

(8/7/12)
Midnight of the final day for the first week, Monique left a pile of $100 for Sharon, packed her bag and exited the site. Sharon had paid for a year's rent on the site and had no more obligation to Monique.  The agreement was that Monique would arrange everything and get full us of Helen for the first 7 days and then depart, never to see Helen again. 

Sharon walked in to see the slumbering Helen, under sedation in the treatment room. Sharon half filled a syringe of the drug that helps remove resistance and makes Helen more susceptible to programming.  As Sharon eased the drug into Helen's system they both gave a slight moan.  Sharon looked down at Helen, both arms rigid under the heavy leather straps, her thighs spread wide secured with similar straps ... Helen's head held immobile... Helen looked so vulnerable naked and bound. Sharon had on fishnets, black corset... black spike heels....  ready to proceed modifying Helen to her own specifications. Sure Helen was a captive, but she will come to love Sharon and crave time with her.... beyond any craving she had every known. 

I think you have heard of the "Stockholm Syndrome" yes?


(8/8/12)
Sharon slapped Helen's face several time to awake her. Helen tried to avoid the slaps but her head was too tightly held. The leather apparatus has a chin fitting that held her chin rigid and the buckles were tightened down more than usual, so she had no choice. Fewer and fewer choices as the days go on. Sharon elevated the table she was laying on with the hydraulic switches until Helen was sitting up, but still held tightly. Helen found herself relieved it was Sharon and not Monique, who was long gone by this time. Helen didn't know that and expected Monique re-appear at any time. Such was the start of the psychological work Sharon was doing on her drugged, foggy mind.

"you slept well, Helen. I hope you slept deeply and relaxed", whispered Sharon to Helen. Helen could hear how soft and gentle Sharon was compared with Monique. Such a welcome change, thought Helen as Sharon held a pendant in front on Helen's eyes. Starting to swing it in long slow arcs, Sharon said "relaxed and sleeping deeply, Helen. Just follow my pretty jade pendant. So green and drawing your eyes to it as it moves..... follow... so relaxed, Helen" 

Helen was lost in conflicting feelings, here she was feeling all foggy and distant, but knowing she couldn't move an inch. Helen was fearing Monique, and Sharon was so nice to her. Helen's tired eyes followed the pendant, "god the pedant is so pretty", thought Helen. Helen could feel her cunt moisten as she gazed at the pendant. 

Sharon stepped to the side, still swinging the pendant in front of Helen's eyes, as she whispered in Helen's ears. "you have always had such special feelings for me, Helen. You have tried to avoid the highly lesbian and submissive thoughts, but now you are free to express your feelings. You have been wanting me.... for so long you can't even remember."

Helen moaned and could feel her wetness coating her thighs as she listened to Sharon's soft voice penetrate her mind. "god, Sharon is so hot and luscious", were Helen's last thoughts as sleep overtook her mind and body.
 
(10/16/12)
Helen woke to several stinging slaps to her face as she gazed with love and lust at the gorgeous Sharon. Each stinging slap made her clit throb with need. "when did I love the way Sharon slaps my face so much?"  Helen's restraints were released as she dropped to her knees and pushed her face between Sharon's strong, silky thighs. Helen was so eager to please Sharon she forgot everything else but Sharon's soft moaning and pressing herself to Helen's face. Helen has only one desire, one need... that to please Sharon in every way possible. Helen could feel Sharon roughly grab her head and use her face for Sharon's pleasure. Helen nearly passed out from pleasure as Sharon's juices splashed on her lips and face.

Helen knew Sharon was talking to her, but her need was too great to please Sharon to understand the fragments of instructions filling her sub-consccious. "you belong to Me, helen... you are My personal bitch. you only do what pleases Sharon, Sharon is your owner and you love Sharon with every ounce of your being"

(10/19/12)
Helen felt her face being slapped, side to side.    There was nothing negative in this as she craved Sharon's touching her body.  Helen's memory was fading more and more each passing day.  More and more her orientation was toward Sharon and pleasing Her. Sharon's captive was becoming quite adept at pleasing Sharon with her mouth and tongue. It is a simple life for 'it' as Sharon has become to think of her and address her.  It is property of Sharon and both of them know this. There is not one hair left on it's body, it ceases to be a person and more of a part of Sharon's possessions.  One of many that give pleasure to Sharon.  It loves to serve Sharon and is never happier than when it can have her face between Sharon's legs licking and serving.  Sharon's moans and subsequent gushing of juices are it's rewards, rewards she licks up gratefully.  It has a look for complete devotion and bliss when allowed to give Sharon what Sharon demands of her.

"it, look at My pendant..... focus.... watch it swing side to side, it.  Thats right, feel sleepy and tired... focus.... relax....  let your mind empty of all thoughts, replaced by your love for Me.... no other thoughts remain.... only love and devotion....  cravings of being used, slapped.... caressed, all the same to you..... it's purpose is in serving Me, your owner.... now sleep"

(10/21/12)
Helen woke up again with her face being slapped, harder this time.  The sting on her cheeks were still vivid as she was released from her bonds.  She dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around her owner's legs, pressing her face to Her and inhaled Her aroma. Tears of joy welled up in helen's eyes of gratitude and devotion. "if only I can find some way to repay this wonderful Woman for all she has done", was helen's only thoughts. She felt rather than saw the wide leather collar being snapped around her neck and the shackles clamping her ankles together. 

Sharon tugged on the leash, looking down at her naked captive. A smile crept across Sharon's face as she watched it struggle to keep up on her hands and shackled ankles. Sharon walked faster than it could possibly keep up and ended up falling face first on the cold concrete floor. Sharon just laughed as she dragged it along the cold floor to the elevator. "life is good", was all that Sharon could think of....  "very good" 

(10/26/12)
Helen felt herself being dragged into a warm dark room. Using a pulley system, Sharon attached her bound wrists to the apparatus and slid helen up onto the leather table. helen was bound to the table, her arms down over the front of the table, locked in place while her legs were bound to the other end of the table with helen's ass was pointed to the ceiling. Sharon got out a clean syringe and primed it with a ggenerous amount of a mind numbing drug along with an addictive euphoric concoction . Sharon slid the needle into helen's asscheek and injected it in. All Sharon could hear is a slight moan, as she withdrew the empty syringe. Sharon slapped her ass, until it was a nice rosy red, forcing the drug to course through her bloodstream. 

"now my petite beauty, let's get down to business. you have much to learn and you are totally dependent on me for everything... everything", cooed Sharon.  helen was feeling very woozy and disoriented but she could hear hew owner saying something to her. Helen had no idea why her pussy was leaking onto the leather table and her hips moving in the all too familiar motion of a slut fucking away.

(12/12/12)
Helen could feel Sharon's soft fingers caressing her swollen labia, and moaned at the use of her body whenever Sharon felt like it. "you needed to go to the slave auction, helen, and you needed to give yourself up for charity. Charity begins at home, as you know. This is your home now. You are going to be so charitable"  All Sharon's words penetrated helen's drugged mind, just as her fingers penetrated the slut's wet pussy. Helen was trying her very best to get off on Sharon's fingers, building up to a strong climax, moaning like a bitch in heat.

Sharon watched helen's fine ass clench and move desperate for release. The moaning and the scent of sex filled the room as helen was riding the waves of pleasure. helen was connecting her pleasure with being with Sharon and bound psychologically to it. Sharon kept working her fingers deep, to a guttural moaning from the bound slut helen. Sharon's tapping on helen's clit sent her over the edge.  You could hear the screams of release as Sharon smiled and thought "her training is going to be so fun... for me"

"good girl, slut"


(12/18/12)
Helen could feel her body being laid on her back. She was too weak and drugged to put up a struggle, even if she wanted to.   She laid there as her wrists, elbows and ankles were securely fastened. Helen just stared up at the ceiling as Sharon removed her leather vest, her blouse.... her tight leather pants.... Sharon stuffed her wet panties into Helen's mouth and fastened a leather strap around it watching Helen inhale and suck on the panties. Sharon was toying with Helen's nipples as Helen's hips started humping without having anything in her wet pussy.

Sharon fastened the harness for her favorite strapon, big and black. Over 8" long, thick and always rigid. Sharon wet it with her own saliva as she watched Helen sucking on her panties. Sharon positioned herself between Helen's legs, rubbing the slick head against Helen's swollen labia. Helen's reacted with an arching of her back, aching to accept the gift Sharon has for her. "you are so needy for me, helen. You have nothing without me, helen. you are here for my pleasure.... "  I hear helen moan for it.  Its so very sweet of her....

(7/5/13)
Sharon was smiling as she rammed the big strapon into helen's slick pussy.  Oh yes, Sharon got what she wanted.  Pretty little naive helen being her own captive girl. There is nothing helen wouldn't do for more of this.  Sharon kept ramming it in and out, as she listened to helen's screaming through the wet panties. She could feel helen climax, but that only made Sharon go harder and faster.  She was not sure how much helen could take, but then it didn't really matter. helen takes what she is given....  Sharon takes everything she wants... it's really a very nice relationship when you think about it.  helen is removed from a situation she wasn't happy with.... Sharon got someone that will do her best to make things nice for Sharon.....  and there is plenty of sex for everyone....  

Sharon notices that helen's is shaking her head side to side as the big girlcock is still ramming in her. Sharon reaches down and slaps her clit.... searching for that clamp to put on the girl's clit to remind her who is boss around here....  

(7/17/13)
Sharon felt like a good hot shower would be just the thing. She took helen by her hair and led her to the shower, instructing her just how she was to clean her. helen ended up kneeling in the shower, the water pouring around her as helen dutifully attended to the pussy in front of her. There could be screaming heard above the roar of the shower's spray, that is if anyone was around to hear it. After Sharon had enough of grinding her pussy against helen's bruised lips, so had her pat dry her body with the big fluffy towels and powder her body. "It sure feels good to have a personal attendant", thought Sharon.

Sharon then led helen to the stable, naked as the day she was born.  helen was then laid her down on it, face down.  She tethered each wrist and ankle to the corners and gagged helen so she didn't have to listen to her screams as the next step was about to be ..... well, Sharon was consumed with lust for helen as it turns out and she wants everyone to know who she belongs to.  Sharon had been thinking of tattoos to spell out helen's ownership but she thinks it needs to be something more permanent and visible.  So Sharon decided to brand the girl as you would a farm animal. Sharon has a branding iron for her cattle, so why not use it on the girl....  besides Sharon likes the smell of burning flesh to the muffled screams that are bound to follow.....  Sharon smiled as she tightened up a wide leather strap around helen's waist just above the offered ass... another went just below her ass over her thighs..... tightening them up to a painful level as helen moaned and whimpered only made it all the sweeter for Sharon. "the girl sure does know how to get my motor purring.... no, roaring would be more like it", though Sharon.

Sharon listened to the obvious pleading attempting to free herself from what was planned.  Sharon busied herself with getting the branding iron red hot..... the muffled begging was like background music to the sizzling hot branding iron.  

helen will know she is owned. Sharon will know she is owned. Sharon doesn't want any strays wandering around.

Sharon burned her brand on helen's ass to a good amount of screaming in the gag, as the mark became visible. Sharon likes branding as opposed to tattoos, due to the nature of it being permanent and non-removable.  Sharon stood there, bringing herself to climax as helen thrashed around and screamed into the gag. 

(8/12/13)

helen was led into the house, ankles hobbled, chain attached to steel collar around her neck, her ass red and advertising her owner's brand.  She looked not unlike the other farm animals around, the cows... the goats... the only difference is that this owned animal was allowed in the house for domestic duties.  This includes personal attending to Sharon of course.  

Sharon led her up the stairs, which she was barely able to negotiate.  helen was not allowed to touch the furniture without latex gloves so as not to get her fingerprints on anything. Therefore she was unable to use the banister to help her hobbled ankles negotiate the stairs.  There were only 23 of them so it should not have been such a struggle, thought Sharon. "keep up, slave or I will have to tan your painful ass with my crop. you are making me delay, and I will not tolerate that from my slave:, said Sharon in a harsh tone.  helen then made a gallant effort to go faster, almost falling but catching herself.  Moaning and making it up to the top, shuffling fast after Sharon to keep up.  

Sharon led her over to the upstairs play room, bent her over a leather gymnastic horse, secured her legs and arms.  Sharon smiled as she looked so vulnerable and she has had quite the journey so far. Sharon had a special lotion prepared that contained alcohol so as to sting like hell on her branded ass.  It had healing properties so it wasn't all bad, and it would soften the skin that was just branded. Sharon applied it liberally to the accompanying screams and crying. Sharon was getting all worked up, so after a full treatment to her ass she led helen over to a bed.

Sharon laid down and pulled helen's face between her spread thighs.  "be sure to think me with your entire being, slave", instructed Sharon as helen's tongue was busy in her wet pussy. helen never wanted to please anyone so much in her life as she did her owner, the one branding her permanently. The pleasure of licking Sharon to multiple orgasms almost made her forget the pain that seemed to radiate deep into her asscheeks.